It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.

------------ Kenneth Grahame

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Tundra

As Spring begins to fill the cup of Summer and everyone else rejoices, I feel the longing and the loss of Winter,the cravingfor a truer North anda more lonely tundrawhere grooming swans bite their feathersand pools of meltwater swaythe black strands of last year’s grass.